Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.